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Young is the joy of racing on, wanting to be older and wiser. Wishing away your days to reach an age. Always looking forward to being just that bit older.
Wear sunscreen. If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.
Cinderella is now 95 years old.
How many 13 and 14 year olds have iCrap... And how mouthy they are on the Internet.
I'm 56 years old. I have a computer and a cell phone. A cell phone for emergencies, a computer for news and information. When I leave the office, I forget about email. I have a life.
So, I've just been told after a long awaited hearing test that my loss of hearing is fairly typical of someone of my age.
I arrive at your house at the front door. After all, it is only polite, To give you some time and some warning. I want to start this off right.
My favourite poem of all time.
Thanks to ckahn for the inspiring title I borrowed from you. Enjoy. What is age. Numbers, time, years constant. Dreams, we dreamed in stages. Memories new and old, forgotten.
When you get to old age and near your death bed, you spend a lot of time thinking about the life you led.
It has been drilled into me by my school, my family and myself, that the main thing I want from life is success.
I wanted the night sky glimmering on the lake, I wanted your eyes to look into mine the way mine looked into yours. I needed a man who could wipe my tears away and say just the right things.
I have been alive in eight different decades. Sure, I was born just a few weeks away from the 50’s, and it’s only 2012, but still, it’s true enough.
The old man rolled his tobacco, enjoyed his smoke and sat on the same bench in front of the circa 1940s marina every Saturday morning.
Isn't this what love is about. Today this man my dad knows ,his wife died today she was in her 70s but when she was in her 20s she got a mental disorder.
Songs of childhood make me think of poems yet to come In my young days when I heard music I heard the drums Now I'm older I like the tunes that only I can hum Standing in the doorway, lighting up...
If you were rocking and I were rocking and we were eighty-three and I turned around to look at you, what would you say to me.
I often think about that walk in the park with my Aunt Lolly. She pointed out an older couple, maybe in their 50's and then cocked her head towards a young stunning woman about my age. Perhaps 23.
As I contemplate the new year, I am reminded of the good and bad of the passing year. Almost amazingly there was much 'good' even in what I deemed 'bad,' though I didn't see it at the time.
The wind created a river of sand about two feet off the beach. Fragments of pebbles caught the wind and miniature dunes sprang up at my feet.
A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law and four year old grandson. The old mans hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred and his steps faltered.